The barrel organ outside was still grinding out the popular tune, being now assisted by the shrill voice of a girl singing the words of the song.
"Oh, she's left me for another,
Mary Anne! Mary Anne!
And she said he was her brother,
Mary Anne.
It may be true, for all I know,
But would she kiss her brother so,
And would she leave me for him? No!
Mary Anne, Mary Anne!"
The regular beat of the melody seemed to repeat itself everlastingly in Gartney's ears as he sat there in silence wondering over the statement Errington had made. If Alizon knew all, she would never forgive her husband and then--was it Fate that so persistently smoothed the road for his evil doing? He felt dull and stupid at the unexpected announcement he had heard, and, after a pause, lifted his heavy eyes to Guy.
"Well," he said drearily, "and what do you intend to do?"
Errington sat down heavily in his chair and stretched out his hands with a weary gesture.